Author: Restive Nature (aka Bavite)
Disclaimer: The characters and fictional placings of either of these shows do not belong to me. They belong to Cameron/ Eglee (Dark Angel), Joss Whedon (BtVS) and Whedon/ Greenwalt (AtS). Only the story belongs to me.
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Genre: Crossover of DA/ BtVS
Type: WiP
Timeline/ Spoilers: Post Season 5 for Buffy. Up to LAtR for DA. Story set in DA time.
Summary: BtVS/ DA crossover. Life brings about so many changes. Especially when one has just risen from the dead.
Prologue
May 22nd, 2021
The young woman was going to die. She knew it. The thing stalking her knew it. It was only a matter of time and action catching up with the knowledge. The broken furniture that lay underneath her broken and battered form held the knowledge as well as any form of non-sentient thing could. Her blood was trickling down her body, the rivulets making odd streams over her clothing and flesh. She glanced in morbid fascination at the pool it was making beneath her as it spread in the rotted carpet underneath.
He came closer, his twisted face exulting in his glory over her. He. She’d discerned that much in the few seconds she’d had before the creature attacked. Not that gender mattered to these things. The female form was just as viscious, sometimes more so than their just as deadly male counterparts. The woman considered continuing her desperate fight, her instincts driving her in that direction. But she was tired.
Emotions were flitting through her mind, both conscious and unconsciously. And though there was fear and rage and sadness, the most predominant was betrayal. She’d come here in good faith. She’d come here with expectations of a very different situation. But with the life she had been leading very recently, she should have known better. That the betrayal came from the person on this earth closest to her made it all the more bitter.
And as the creature closed in on her, the woman could not concentrate enough of her anger to fight back. The desire, the instinct to do so was gone. The hunger in her belly was stilled. As the creature jerked her head to the side, easy enough when she was unresisting, there was only one question burning in her mind. A tear trickled down her cheek as the Vampire’s teeth sank into the pliant flesh of her neck, above her jugular.
Why? Why had Pietr lied to her?
Chapter One
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